Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Stevie continued to bark in the backyard. This clearly indicated that someone had climbed over the wall and entered the compound.

Stevie was a very perceptive dog. It could detect movements that many people may not have noticed.

Dexter had sold his shares in the Black Group to Crowdstar Group. This meant that Crowdstar Group had the right to suddenly intervene in matters involving the Black Group.

The senior management of Crowdstar Group had begun to take over the Black Group. This would have undoubtedly angered the Blacks, especially Martin.

I pushed open the bedroom door in a panic and my pounding heart finally settled.

I breathed heavily while leaning against the door frame. Since I had been panicking, my breathing was rapid and my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

At that moment, regardless of the memories of my past, I had to admit that I was worried about Dexter.

I was truly worried about him.

"Sophia..." Dexter seemed to have drunk a lot. He was curled up at the foot of the bed and holding his legs. He looked bewildered when he saw me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, I looked down at the intruder lying on the ground and walked over to Dexter cautiously.

"Did you get hurt?" I asked softly as I bent down to face Dexter.

There were some bloodstains on his pale face. It made him look enchanting and ethereal.

I instinctively reached out to wipe the blood from his face, but he grabbed my hand with a burning gaze.

His gaze was hot and intense. It looked as if he wanted to burn me with his eyes. "Sophia, it’s not my blood."

My back tensed up at that. I felt like I was getting devoured by Dexter’s eyes.

Just when I thought he was going to kiss me in such an inappropriate situation, he suddenly raised his head and hugged me tightly. Then, he said drunkenly, "Sophia, what happened? I’m so scared. My head is spinning..."

I smelled alcohol on him and sighed in exasperation. "Mr. Bart, help sort this out. Get this person to the police."

Ewan smiled, as if he was relieved.

I guessed that he was probably going to say something about how I had rushed to check on Dexter first this time. I didn’t ignore him and check on the person Dexter had attacked to make sure they weren’t dead like last time.

Perhaps Dexter was looking at me so intensely earlier because he realized that I finally cared about his well-being first this time.

What an idiot.

"Take him to the police station."

Ewan felt the intruder’s neck for a pulse. It turned out that the man had only been knocked unconscious by Dexter. He wasn’t dead.

Ewan and I both breathed out a sigh of relief.

Dexter was lying on top of me in a drunken stupor. I wasn’t sure if he was really drunk or pretending to be.

He was covered in the intruder’s blood. He was filthy, and his hair was all messy. However, his features still looked as good as ever.

"Sophia..." Dexter kept calling out my name repeatedly. Perhaps he really was drunk.

"Wifey... Sophia..." he whined, as if he was trying to get my attention. He held onto me and refused to let go.

I sighed. Dexter was no longer pretending to be clueless. He was pretending to be drunk instead.

It didn’t matter if he was faking it or not, but I had to run him a bath.

"Get up. You have to take a bath now. You’re filthy," I said disdainfully as I tugged him toward the bathroom.

Dexter followed me obediently. He raised his hands above his head once we entered the bathroom.

He wanted me to take off his shirt for him.

I tiptoed and barely managed to pull his shirt over his head. At that moment, our eyes locked and my heart skipped a beat.

My breath was caught, and following that, Dexter used the shirt that was wrapped around his arms to trap me in his embrace. He then kissed me with lust filling his eyes.

There was no way I could refuse his advances.

He was too ethereal to refuse.

If people could transform into magical beings, I was certain that Dexter would turn into a siren.

"My pants..." Dexter said.

He had kissed me until I had run out of air, yet he still had the audacity to ask me to take off his pants for him.

I wanted to escape. My heart was beating fast, and my cheeks felt a bit flushed. However, I couldn’t get away from Dexter’s embrace. He had me trapped with his shirt.

"Sophia, you’re blushing," Dexter said softly, as if he had just discovered something wonderful. "Sophia, you should feel your pulse now."

I stared at him blankly and asked, "Why should I?"

"You once told me that if you liked someone, your sympathetic nervous system would get excited. This means that there’ll be an increase in hormone secretion, followed by the transmission of dopamine and the acceleration of the heartbeat."

"If your heart rate now is higher than your resting heart rate while we’re kissing, it means you like me," Dexter explained earnestly.

I paused upon hearing that. I couldn’t believe how childish I was in the past. I had apparently come up with formulas to determine whether I liked someone or not.

I coughed and said, "You talk too much," Then, I lowered my head to untie the drawstring on his sweatpants.

Suddenly, I recalled something and narrowed my eyes. "Take off your pants and get into the bathtub yourself. You’re drunk, not handicapped!"

Dexter started to act aggrieved and pretended to feel dizzy. "But Sophia... I feel so horrible. The alcohol is making my body burn up. It feels like I’m... in a rut."

I gritted my teeth. "I have scissors right here. Should I neuter you to help you out?"

Dexter immediately straightened up and took off his clothes obediently. He did not treat me like a stranger at all. After stripping, he got into the bathtub by himself.

I rubbed my temples and complained inwardly about how shameless Dexter was.

But to be fair, we were technically legally married.

"Sophia, my hand hurts," Dexter said while showing me his palm. Only then did I notice the wounds there.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" I hurried to get the first aid kit as I cursed and worried over him.

Dexter lay dejectedly at the edge of the bathtub. He watched me treat his wounds with a dazed and unfocused gaze. I figured it was because he was a little drunk from all the drinking.

The steam from the bathtub began to fill the bathroom. With Dexter lying in it like that, he looked like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale. He was just so beautiful.

"Sophia..." Dexter whispered my name and fluttered his eyelashes.

He was just too irresistible.

"Sophia..." he called out again. He seemed genuinely uncomfortable at the moment as he lay in the bathtub.

I was doomed. The bathroom was too big, and the same could be said about the bathtub. I felt like Dexter was slowly transforming into a seductive sea siren.

"What?" I asked, watching him warily.

"Sophia, it feels uncomfortable," Dexter said, still resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub. "My hands can’t get wet, so can you help me..."

I felt like he was taking advantage of the situation, so I got up to leave.

"Sophia," he called out pitifully again.

But I didn’t indulge him this time.

"Sophia, you definitely fancy me. You shouldn’t believe Damien. He’s nothing but a shameless bastard," Dexter said softly, not forgetting to curse Damien out a little bit at the end.

I chuckled and looked at him. "You’re not exactly an innocent lamb either."

"Sophia, we’re legally married. Everything I have is yours. From my face to my body, everything is yours. I don’t even need to have any ownership of myself. You can have all of me if you want," Dexter said seriously.

I suddenly had the strong impulse to destroy the whole world.

I quickly slammed the door shut. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air outside, only then did my heart rate slow down.

I was probably flustered because of the heat in the bathroom. Yes, that was probably it.

Dexter continued to take his bath in the bathroom. However, I was worried that he really was drunk and would drown himself accidentally, so I opened the bathroom door and lay on the bed. I found an angle where I could see Dexter with just a glance. I could prevent him from drowning himself this way.

It was clear that Dexter felt aggrieved. He splashed around in the bathtub for a bit and seemed to consider soaking his hands in the water for a moment.

"If you get your hands wet, I’ll break them," I said in a low voice.

Dexter excitedly lifted his head out of the water and obediently placed his hands that were still raised back on the edge of the bathtub.

After he had confirmed that I was still watching him, he started to play up his own antics. He looked like a peacock with its feathers spread. He grabbed one thing after another and couldn’t seem to stay still.

I was exasperated. Seeing that Dexter didn’t seem too drunk, I decided to ignore him and took out my phone to read my parents’ diary.